27 February 2016

Ashley Christin - Craving You - Blog Tour

Being around Parker Taylor is like walking a tightrope; the feelings of lust and hate
come with the sway of my emotions. One foot in front of the other keeps my life
balanced until he causes my steps to falter. One day, I hate his perfect self, and the
next, I want to have his babies. He’s a bad habit I can’t allow myself to
become addicted to …

Parker

Being around Kelsey Whitten makes my blood rush and not only south. One minute,
I’m pushing her up on the bathroom counter, and the next, she’s
cussing at me from those sweet lips of hers. One taste from her smart mouth and
I'm sign-me-up-for-a-twelve-step-program addicted. She’s habit-
forming and that doesn’t work for me
…

Taking a few deep, quiet breaths, my mind tries to
wrap around the information I just eavesdropped on. When the truck engine fires
up, I’m jolted out of my thoughts, wasting no time to make it to him,
desperate to be near him and not knowing why.

He’s rolling down his window when I jerk
his door open, out of breath from my run and the words he told Ava. Emotions feed
my soul, fueling my actions.

His face displays shock while his strong arms hold
the door ajar. “Kelsey?”

Stomping my foot onto the running board of his
truck brings me level with his beautiful face. “Shut up,” I demand then
I attack his mouth, swept up in the emotions his earlier words brought. Parker
tangles one hand in my hair at the base of my neck opening my mouth further to him
while his other hand squeezes my body tight to his. I can smell the sweat on him as
well as feel it while I run my hands through his helmet hair. I love him
messy.

We part breathing heavy before I murmur against
his lips, “I’m so proud of you,
Parker.”

“I’ll ride like that or better every
damn time for kisses like that.” His voice rumbles through me while his eyes
spark, fueling my core. “You’re cute when you blush.” He rubs
our noses against each other.

“Why’re you way out here when
you should be celebrating?” My breathing
accelerated.

“I’m beat. I could use a sugar high,
sweetness.” Oh, ooooh, is this the ride Brea was
talking about?

“You just said you’re
tired.”

Strong arms pull me in tighter to his body.
“Never too tired for you.” Since I’m still standing on the
running board , I decide to throw one leg over and straddle his lap. The steering
wheel digs into my back while his shifter digs into my
center. “Askin’ for trouble,” he growls, fingertips digging into
my hip bones to steady my grinding.

“I heard the
ride after the ride is the best. Know anything about that?” I
muse, licking my lips for good measure.

“Just might.” His teeth graze my
bare shoulder while his hips thrust upward, and I let out a moan. I’m so, so
thankful I decided on a sundress for today. “You’re fuckin’
killin’ me.”

“I’m ready for my run. However,
I’m the only contestant.” I can feel my smile falter for a split second,
and pray he didn’t notice. I don’t need my insecurities showing.
“Hope I place.” Biting my bottom lip to hide my slip, I grind down on
his hardness.

“Kelsey.” My name coming from his
voice, rough but soft, like dead leaves rustling on the ground in the fall, hits me right
in the heart. “You’re number one.” Strong hands roam over my
neck, back, and shoulders as I try to push back the questions on the tip of my
tongue. How many has he said that to in the past? The
desert has relocated to my mouth; it’s so dry. I’m desperate to have
him at this moment and to know the answer to my question. Calloused hands skim
up and down my thighs while my fingers fumble to unbutton his jeans. Once the
pesky zipper is finally down, I reach in, warm solid velvet greeting me and I grab a
hold of my trophy. Sliding my palm back and forth, his head rises from watching me.
“I need your sweetness, baby.”

One hand grips my left hip tightly as the other
reaches under my skirt, finding the lace below. With ease, he slides it over, bunching
it in his left hand that’s still holding my hip in place. A lone finger slides
between my folds as a moan escapes me.

Parker’s lips part, absorbing my plea for
more. “Please tell me you’re my prize, that this sweet pussy is
mine.” My skin is hypersensitive to his touch, and his words are making it
worse. If a body can call out to another, then mine is screaming for his. “Did
you wear this sexy sundress for me?” His lips stealing my
reply.

“If you want me as your prize, then fuck-
” Thrust. He slams into me, fingers biting into the flesh of my hips, and I love
it. “Yessss.” The pant escapes me as I’m filled with
him.

“Fuckin’ best.” Thrust.
“Prize.” Thrust. “Ever.” My head falls back and the
pressure of my back causes the horn to honk. I jump up trying to move off of him.
“Don’t move.” I freeze and then am jolted forward as he shifts
his seat back and continues. “Show me your tricks,” he muses, brow
quirked up and that side smile in place.

Glancing around I see no one is surrounding the
truck demanding we stop, as I thought. Everyone must be attending the after party.
My body adjusts to fit him, but it feels amazing. I start to move, slow at first, but that
doesn’t last long. Soon, the only sound that fills the cab is skin slapping skin.
Sweat gathers on our bodies while I drown in the pleasure of having him inside
me.

Parker pulls me close to him as we move together.
Soft lips brush across mine. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
We’re so deep in the passion of things, I can’t take his statement to
heart, but damn, it’s hard. It flutters around in my ribcage, the betrayer.
“Say it again.” I pull away for a moment to gaze into his eyes, and then
it hits me, so I never lose my focus on him.

“I’m so very proud of you,
Parker.” The whole time, he moves slowly inside me. In and out, pause, in
and out. Two becoming one and damn, for the first time in forever, I wish I believed
in fairy tales. He kisses me with so much depth, I feel it down to my toes and I cling
to him. At this moment, I’m his.

Feeling him inside me brings so many emotions to
the surface, emotions I’m not going to deal with. I feel him swell inside me,
and I moan, “Parker.” I want him even closer, although we’re
as close as two people could ever be. I arch up as he slams into me, and I fall
apart right in his arms. It hits me so hard, it’s
unexpected.

“Sweetness, fuckkkk!” His teeth
graze my shoulder during his climax, and my head slumps against his, exhausted. I
wish I could stay in this moment forever, but now, I have to face the music. A kiss
touches my shoulder where his bite marks must be, soothing it.
“Kelsey.” Throat full of raw emotion, his voice causes my heart to
drop out of my chest. I thought, I don’t know, I thought this meant
something, but the regret in his voice doesn’t verify
that.

Sliding off him and into the passenger seat, I
adjust my dress and try to open the door while he buttons his jeans and slides the
seat back up. Even though my heart is currently racing at full speed through my
bloodstream, she finds time to let my brain know what she thinks. My brain refuses,
but my soul overrules and my mouth speaks in a whisper. “I had to find you
after your run and tell you how great you did. I’m … I’m so
proud of you, Parker. I get it, trust me, I get what we are. Not that we are a
‘we,’ but you know what I
mean.”

“No, I don’t. Tell me.” His
growl startles me, and I whirl around to stare at him, his eyes
burning.

“I’m not
blind!”

“You sure ‘bout that? How’d
you go and turn what just happened into shit? Fuck!” His fist slams against
the steering wheel.

“Please, you know what the hell this is
about.” I try to keep my voice calm to play off my
emotions.

“Might wanna get that. Looks like someone
else is looking for a ride too.” I go to open the door, but it’s locked.
“Unlock the door.” My voice remains
calm.

“Look at
me.”

“No. Your next number one is here.”
I know how childish I sound, but it’s the least of my worries at this
moment.

The sound of his window motor fills the truck.
“Hey Parker, Do you-”

“Busy.” And then he rolls it back up.
“Fuckin’ look at me, Kelsey.” I don’t. Instead, I focus on
the dragonfly that just landed on the hood. “My bare dick was just inside of
you. Look. At. Me.”

“That doesn’t entitle you to
me.”

“The fuck it doesn’t. I own that
sweet pussy. Go, try and see if it wants any other flavor but me. You’ll be
fuckin’ mistaken’.”

“Just
might.”

“You do and that’ll be the last time
you have me.”

“Maybe I don’t want
you.”

“Keep tellin’ yourself
that.”

“You’re an arrogant
asshole.”

“Well, you attacked me for my dick today,
so I must not be that bad.”

I jerk on the door handle. “Unlock this or
I’ll break it.”

“Kiss
me.”

I scoff. “Are you
insane?”

“Again, you were just ridin’ my
dick. I know you’re pissed now because you don’t understand it, but I
still need a kiss.”

“Go kiss another girl.” I cross my
arms.

“I don’t want any other girl.”
My heart flutters. He leans over and wraps a hand around my wrist, untangling my
arms. “I want you.” When I lean in to kiss him, he pulls away.
“But I want you to want me just as bad as I want you.” I stare at him,
dumbfounded. “I want you to crave me, and I always get what I
want.”

Click.

The door unlocks, and I scurry out. Away from
him and away from the feelings he erupts in
me.

No, thank you. Emotionless is my comfort
zone.

I’m Texas proud with the accent to prove
it. During the day I wear scrubs as a cape and try to save the world one patient at a
time as a nurse. At night, mainly Friday nights, you can find me with a glass of wine
faithfully by my side while I type away on the computer. I seem to get my
days and nights mixed up, because my best ideas come around midnight, so
I’m a complete night owl. I have a long-term boyfriend who puts up with my
crazy and a black lab named Sadie AKA Sadie Lady. In the in-between times of my
life, I’m just tryin’ to survive my twenties with beer, good friends and
fun adventures!